Arknights: Dark Terra

Main: Arknights + System + harem + twins + Villain + tragedy

Supporting: The Fourth Calamity + Delta Force: Hawk Ops + Arena Breakout

“When this land devours people, it never bothers to be picky.” Amiya said this as the meeting began.

“Art and warfare were never meant to be close. But when the force is there, war becomes art.” Dusk lounged back in her chair, still using her brush to finish the untitled scroll.

Yuan Faraway fiddled with a tarot deck, drew a card from the spread, and interpreted it: “Fortune is fickle. Only the victors endure.”

A massive hammer sat on the conference table, its surface covered in scars, proof of years of use and fierce clashes with deadly enemies on perilous roads. Yet it had been so well maintained that it was still perfectly functional. Mudrock ran her fingers over its battered surface and murmured, “Running away is useless... Resist it, even if you have no choice but to resist. It’s the only way I know to face hardship.”

Silent Texas sat on a down-filled throne, holding an ornate gold wolf-headed scepter. She wore an elaborate, sumptuous gown and a precious cloak, and held a gold-inlaid mask in her hand. In a steady, commanding voice, she said, “Whatever the obstacle, clear it away and keep moving. That is the only way to truly solve a problem.”

Meng Zilan's figure lurked in the shadows, candlelight flickering across half her face. She suddenly rose and cried passionately, “My friends, I love war!”